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It was Mrs. Thorne, therefore, who, reluctantly and in anger and distaste, had called Leopold Winkler to Hietzing, to his death. And whose hand had fired the shot that caused his death? The question, at this stage in Muller's meditation, could hardly be called a question any more. It was all too sadly clear to him now.
"Yes, a lot of children." "May I go down there and play, too?" asked Bunny. "Are there any boys there, Mr. Winkler?" "Some. I saw Charlie Star and Harry Bentley," and the old sailor laughed as he rattled the chain. Bunny did not mind playing with his sister Sue, but he did not want to take part in games with too many girls, for sometimes the older boys called him "sissy."
"Oh, was it Wango?" cried Bunny Brown. "Indeed it was!" said Miss Winkler. "The idea of his fooling us all like that!" "But he looked just like an old man with gray hair," said Sue. "Indeed he did," chimed in Mart and Lucile Clayton. Just then Mr. Treadwell came through the hall into the kitchen. "It's no use, Miss Winkler," he said. "I can't find my big wig anywhere.
Winkler received other letters now and then, but his landlady was not of the prying kind, and she had paid very little attention to them. He seemed to have few friends or even acquaintances. She did not know of any love affair, at least of nothing "regular." He had remained away over night two or three times during the year that he had been her tenant. This was about all that Mrs.
It wasn't really very important, and it doesn't seem as if it could have anything to do with this murder and robbery; still it may be of some use." "Everything that would throw light on the dead man's life could be of use," said Dr. von Riedau. "Please tell us what it is you know." Fritz Bormann began: "Winkler came to the office as usual on Monday morning and worked steadily at his desk.
Splash was a fine dog. He pulled Sue out of the water once, and she called him Splash because he "splashed" in so bravely to get her. In Bellemere, where Bunny and Sue lived, they had many friends. Every one in town loved the children. Even Wango, the queer monkey pet of Mr. Winkler, the old sailor, liked Bunny and Sue.
Perhaps he was saying he was sorry for what he had done, but he got no cookie. Bunny and Sue each had a nice brown one, though, with a raisin in the centre, and, after Miss Winkler had thanked them again, they kept on with their walk down the street. "Wasn't Wango funny?" asked Sue, as she nibbled her cookie. "That's what he was," Bunny said. "'Member the time when he pulled the cat's tail?"
To do this he dropped the pie pans he held in the other paw and they fell to the floor with a crash. "Land goodness, he certainly makes noise enough!" said one of the women in the store, covering her ears with her hands. Perched above the heads of the crowd, and paying no attention to the calls of Jed Winkler, the monkey began turning the egg beater. He seemed to like that most of all.
He feared that I should seek to take vengeance upon him, and for this reason he was always exciting the King against me. Upon this point alone did he agree with that old, Maintenon. I believe that Louvois had a share in the conspiracy by which Langhans and Winkler compassed my poor brother's death.
But that hits Miss Vee's aunt rather heavily, doesn't it? That is, if the deal has gone through." "Who's her lawyers?" says I. "They ought to know." "Of course," says Mr. Robert, reachin' for the 'phone. "Winkler, Burt & Winkler. Look up the number, will you? Eh? Broad, did you say?" And inside of three minutes he has explained the case and got the verdict. "They don't know," says he.
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